Yang child opened his eyes sleepily. When he saw some light coming from the paper window outside, he opened the quilt and started to get dressed.
"Creak~" The kitchen door was pushed open, and he came to the water tank and looked at the water inside. After feeling that it was not enough, he picked up the pole and picked up two empty wooden buckets and walked out of the door.
"Brothers and sisters have to wash up after they get up, and then I have to cook porridge. This little water is not enough."
As a Taoist boy of Qingfeng Temple, although Yang is only ten years old, he can cook, wash and mend clothes. He is proficient in everything and even knows a little bit about the medicinal properties of some materials used in alchemy.
These are all forced out, some are not forced out, and those who are not forced out are already dead.
In that dark Taoist temple, the only thing he learned was that people must be useful, and useless people are trash.
If the brothers and sisters are no longer willing to bring mop bottles, then they should first kick out the one who is still snoring in bed.
Kid Yang actually has a secret that no one knows, that is, the home location he reported was false, and he has no home at all.
He now hopes that this journey can go on forever, so that he can always have food to eat.
He was different from others. When he went to Qingfengguan, other children were sold or stolen there, but Yang was willing to go there on his own, just because the man said that he could have enough food there.
As soon as he left the hospital, Yang child saluted the woman who was practicing sword practice in the distance, "Good morning, senior sister."
At this time, Chun Xiaoman had no time to pay attention to him. She was concentrating on the sword manual in front of her.
Yang kid has long been used to this. Recently, this black-haired senior sister has been practicing swordplay in addition to eating and sleeping.
Accompanied by the wet morning mist, he walked alone on the deserted path.
"Can I ask my senior sister to teach me how to practice swordsmanship? If I learn it, even if I go back to work as a beggar in the future, no one will dare to bully me."
"But is Senior Sister happy? Senior Sister Xiaoman is usually very indifferent."
After thinking about it, Yang child came to the village pond and started to fetch water.
Suddenly, a large black shadow emerged from the hazy morning mist in the distance. It startled him.
But soon he was no longer afraid, because those black figures were people, a group of ragged beggars with dark faces, and he was one of them in the past.
Judging from their runny noses and shivering, it was obvious that they didn't light the fire when they went to bed last night.
Compared to Child Yang's reaction, the beggars were also shocked.
After confirming again that it was a living person, the group of beggars pushed out a little beggar.
The little beggar with only one ear was very dull and hesitant.
Seeing that Child Yang was about to fetch water, an old beggar came over and pushed the little beggar into a dog to chew on the mud. Then he bent down as much as possible and asked Child Yang with a flattering smile: "
Little baby, let me ask you something, is this Wujiacun?"
"There is no one you are looking for here, everything here is empty, there is nothing."
It's okay that Yang kid didn't say anything. As soon as he said this, the other person became even more excited, and his red nose with rosacea became even redder.
He pointed with a trembling finger around everything around him. "So these houses and the land around them all have no owners, right?!"
Child Yang didn't want to talk to the man who kicked the little beggar, so he turned around and left.
Returning to the kitchen and pouring the water into the bucket, he wiped the sweat from his forehead, picked up the pole and continued walking towards the door.
For such a large tank, one trip is not enough, but several trips are needed.
When he came out again, he could see the beggars breaking into the empty houses and rummaging for something.
They definitely couldn't find anything rich. The rich things had already been taken away by those who left, and the rest were taken away by themselves and Brother Gouwa.
But these beggars don't care about so many, even if they find a piece of tattered clothes, these beggars will jump up and down with joy.
When Yang Xiaowa came out for the third time, he saw some beggars fighting, and he didn't know what they were robbing.
"Don't live here, it's a shady place and it's easy to get into trouble!" Yang kid reminded these past colleagues, but no one listened to him.
By the fourth trip, Child Yang's face turned pale from exhaustion, but he still walked to the hospital. After arriving at the hospital, he put down the pole. Child Yang took a breath and waited quietly.
Waiting until there were footsteps coming from inside, Yang quickly picked up the pole again and hurried inside.
Not long after walking, Yang child, who was carrying a pole, met other senior brothers. "Good morning, Senior Brother Cao Cao."
"Hey, kid, you are fetching water again. You are so sensible. You can just let fools do such strenuous work." Gouwa patted his head and walked outside.
"Senior Brother Cao Cao, the porridge is already cooking in the pot, and you can have breakfast soon." He shouted to Gou Wa's back.
"Yeah, let me wake up the fool."
When the sun rose and shone into the courtyard, everyone gathered in the lobby.
Breakfast is very simple, just white porridge, with pickles that Gou Wa dug out from the cellar in the village, and their own dry food, Guokui. However, there are also meat dishes, and there are two eggs in a small bowl.
At this moment, none of them moved their chopsticks, they were all quietly waiting for something.
At this time, Xiao Man who saw practicing swordsmanship at the door also happened to rush in. Gou Wa asked teasingly: "Junior sister, you practice in the winter and in the summer, how are you doing? You can teach me how to practice."
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"It's not bad, at least it's better than trying to figure it out on your own. The master of the escort said that there is no other secret to this kind of thing, it just requires practice. I've whittled two bamboo swords. After dinner, you can practice with me."
Gouwa's face instantly turned into a bitter gourd face.
Xiaoman turned around and hung the sword on the wall, then sat down at the table and waited like them.
Hearing the sound of footsteps and smelling the smell of blood in the air, Yang child subconsciously became nervous and lowered his head, not daring to look over there at all.
That's Senior Brother Li Huowang.
He knew that Senior Brother Li would not harm him, and he even picked him up, but he was just afraid. Especially after seeing what happened along the way.
Li Huowang, who was supported by Bai Lingmiao, sat down on the seat of the Eight Immortals and began to drink porridge. After he moved his mouth, the others began to move.
Even Li Huowang himself didn't find out when this rule appeared.
While eating, the sound of swallowing came from outside the yard, and a few beggars stood there with their heads peeping eagerly.
"Why are there still beggars? Isn't there no one in Wujia Village?"
Upon hearing Li Huowang's inquiry, Yang child stood up and nervously told everything he knew.
"Haha, these people are really well-informed. They know that this place is vacant, but they dare to grab the chopping block on the eighteenth day of the twelfth lunar month. I'm really not afraid of unlucky things. I'm full, so you guys eat slowly."
This chapter has been completed!